Backstory: I pulled something in my lower back so bad last weekend I could not walk, literally. A week of stretching and living right and I had to get out for a test drive. Last time I was at Marshall Mesa the rangers came up, shooed me out and locked the gate behind me because of muddy trails. Today...all good.
First thing, I'm talking with some rider at the main gate and this aptly named Green Snake darts across the busy trail right in front of me. I moved over to hold up some riders so he could get by safely. They never even saw him.
Stuff is starting to bloom. Hey, it's Springtime!
Very busy day. As a hiker, I felt it my duty to get out the way of the bikers. Some saw me move off the trail and thanked me, some didn't, doesn't matter to me, I'm going to move anyway. All had an intense biking look on them and it was good to see.
So I hear "oh my nuts, my nuts!!" I look around thinking I'm about to rush over and untangle some downed biker. No, it was this kid who hadn't quite bonded with his ride. His body movements and his bike were two completely separate entities. Hey, gotta start somewhere.
Then he rode off towards his older brother who was yelling "come on come on".
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